My Feelings At 11:57 p.m. On A Lonely Wednesday Night

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July 2002 Poetry

I feel so fucking useless,

so fucking hopeless.

Why the fuck am I here?

~

I feel so much fucking pain,

so much fucking heartache,

I need someone to hold me near.

~

But that will never happen,

I’ve been left here in the dust.

No one really gives a shit,

so dying is a must.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 7-10-02. I wasn't in a good mood... lol

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